My life in a Gang - The Story goes on 3 ! By Agua Content: The story is about tough fights between male and female gangs. No super-women nor wizards, just normal girls that know how to abuse a boy's week spot! This story contains explicit sexual and violent material incl. rape, castration and torture and should only be read by adults. If ball-busting is a matter of offence, please DO NOT read! Please read "My Life in a Gang" and "My Life in a Gang - Another View" first for better understanding. What happened so far? Boy gangs of different quarters were regularly fighting each others. Since the young men were always horny, they loved to rape all girls. Especially the jeans wearing gang (the "jeansers") were a danger to the girls. Therefore, one day, the girls founded a gang (so called "Amazons"), learnt to fight and thus could defend against the male attacks. They were so successful that they could overwhelm male troops and capture and proudly wear their uniforms (jeans + cotton briefs or nylon shorts as underwear). Despite the trial of the jeansers to protect their male packages by cups, the girls were mostly superior till the jeansers attacked the Amazon HQ. That day, most girls became prisoners of the jeansers, were raped and tortured many times and their equipment (uniforms, weapons and protective gear) was captured by the jeansers or destroyed. The Amazon gang disappeared from the roads for many years. I am Susanne Black. I was one of the girls who fought in the Amazon gang. The day when the jeansers took our HQ was 6 years ago. Meanwhile I was 28, and since that humiliating defeat I had never seen one of my Amazon mates again. I had changed to another city and meanwhile I had finished my studies for teacher's profession and now I worked as a young graduate, teaching teenagers from 16 – 19. The jeans-wearing boys at my school dominated the girls and those were really afraid of the boys. Thus I decided it was time to revive the Amazon gang and I taught my girls how to fight! Without efforts, we took over the school! 3. Attack of the Boys The next day, all jeansers came back to class dressed in jeans! Of course, me and my girls, we still wore the uniforms we had captured yesterday including the boys' underwear. I even wore his protective cup as I stepped in front of this 16 year old corporal and ordered him to put off this provoking clothing immediately. He just grinned broadly and told me that he would give us girls one last chance to surrender and hand out the male uniforms. – He must be crazy! It was only yesterday that he and his mates had suffered an awful defeat, fighting against my girls! I ordered my girls to kick the boys' asses, and the fight begun, in which I had to face my ten years younger pupil. As I had expected, the boys wore cups. From my former life in a gang, I knew how to handle this problem, but my girls did not! The boys applied unfair kicks and hits against the female groins and tits, while my girls' attacks were rendered ineffective by the armored male crotches! I saw one of my pupils holding a girl's leg and slamming an uppercut to her pussy. She let out a scream and fell to the ground. He maintained his grip on her legs and kicked in her pussy, which brought a loud cry as she massaged it with both hands to relieve the pain. Some boys even applied the vicious cunt-squeezing. I don't know who taught them this technique that cannot only be used to grab and squeeze the external genitalia of boys, but also the fleshy cunt lips of girls! Most of my girls didn't even know this effective fighting technique and were helpless once their slits were kneaded by harsh boys' hands! One of the boys – Tom – had even managed to strip down the jeans and panties of a girl. His hand shot for her groin and grabbed her pussy lips and pubic hair in one grip. The helpless girl lay alongside of Tom as he dug his thumbnail into her stiff pink clit. The pain shot to her pussy as he manhandled her already bruised pussy lips. Since she was positioned '69' style to the side of Tom, she reached over to his crotch and tried to attack his scrotum that was protected by a solid hard cup, however! Tom pinched her clit tightly between his thumb and forefinger like a crab with its prey. She winced and moaned as Tom's fingers worked her raw clit harder. Finally, she had to surrender to her master! Another boy didn't feel content just squeezing the outer cunt lips, but even entered the delicate slit of his opponent after stripping her uniform down: First two fingers, then three and finally his whole hand slid in. Her screams from the pain were mixed with her cries of humiliation from the unwanted visitor. He opened his fist and began to apply a very deep and effective clit claw. He clawed her inner wall as she twisted and turned trying to escape the hell she was experiencing. After a couple of minutes, the girl screamed her submission. I thought I would quickly defeat my adolescent opponent, since my slit was protected by a cup and additionally I knew how to fight against a "cupped" boy. But he was tougher than I thought. He started the fight with a swift blow against my tits. I was so stunned that he got me in a sweat-box. But I quickly recovered and my left hand was free to reach for his back. I slid along his anal groove and further in-between his legs from behind. I moved to have the high ground, so that he couldn't attack my titties now, and I was free to grab his cup. Pushing it sideways, I was trying to move it, and I succeeded! I felt the cup come out for a second away from his body, and his testicles dropped down. Then, the cup snapped back, trapping his left testicle outside the cup. I grinned in anticipation: He was dead meat! He couldn't help but squirm and writhe while I slid his cup around, dragging his nuts along for the ride! Extreme discomfort is a vast understatement for what he surely felt! Finally, I grabbed and squeezed his outside ball for good! I even taunted him: "A woman teacher should always know her schoolboys! Yesterday, I could inspect your package, today I'm gonna get even more familiar with HIM!" He was about to give in, but suddenly the door flew open and the schoolboys received support by adult jeansers so that my opponent didn't need to fight alone anymore. I was dragged down by two men of about my age. Now, I was in the same hopeless situation as my mates. The young corporal had time to recover from my pain and to rearrange his cup. Then he came over to me, smiling arrogantly. "You dirty slit try to play some vicious games?! Now we'll see how tough a chick's slit in fact is!" Saying this, he stripped down my – sorry, originally HIS! – jeans and blue nylon shorts. Then, he took my protector away and inspected my cunt. "I guess this slattern is already eager to feel a real cock inside her! OK, girly, you wanted to get to know my cock?! Now you will!" – All jeansers laughed. Then the raping began: At first my corporal pupil and after him another 6 schoolboys and men tossed their whole load into me: "Oh yes," whispered the teen corporal when his huge dick touched my pussy. And a few seconds later he pushed HIM in! Slowly, inch by inch, he skewered me on his big spear, while I was crying from the pain and humiliation. He began fucking me more and more roughly, his hairy balls kicking slightly against my asshole. Then his semen shot into me, and I was completely dishonored and humiliated now: I was raped by my own pupil! I lay on the ground with legs well apart, I couldn't cry anymore, my pussy was bloodstained. And practically all my girls were in the same situation! Then, we captive girls were lead outside. A long queue of overwhelmed, naked, humiliated and raped girls came out from all rooms, guarded by triumphing jeansers of mixed ages. The whole school was under their control! At first they discussed to hang us in our underwear. But since most girls had worn captured boyish shorts that the jeansers didn't want at all to leave us, they had another idea: The boys bound our hands on the back and tied a rope around our hips like a "belt" and lead it further through the slit and ass-crack like a thong slip. Then, they fixed a rope to this "belt" and we were torn up on a tree! All girls hung helplessly in the air, while their whole body weight concentrated on the thong cutting like a knife into their slits! I was about to pass out from the pain when the boys went away laughing and joking. – And wearing our recaptured cloths!